Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370 

“Ahem!” 

Holden cleared his throat, turned, and without a second thought, spat right in Walter’s face. 

As he walked away, he muttered under his breath, “What a loser.” 

Holden picked up the pace, eager to catch up with Yale and Evangeline. 

Evangeline sat in the front passenger seat of Yale’s armored limo, a spot he had picked out for her. 

In the back, Holden was still steaming, grumbling non–stop. “Evie, you have to listen to me this time. What’s Walter even worth? After turning his back on us, we can’t have anything to do with him! And the baby you’re carrying? Just have it in peace, and it’ll have the Foster name. After what Walter did, I can’t believe that Gordon guy has the nerve to fight us for the kid!” 

Holden was so full of righteous anger that Evangeling felt the urge to calm him. She did not want her family getting all worked up over her problems, especially not to the point of regret. “Uncle, don’t get so mad about him. Think about it differently. Walter and I are splitting up, and him finding a new girlfriend beforehand is pretty normal, right? 

“And about that story I told Cole, about Walter and me patching things up… Whether it was true or not, outsiders might not know, but you do, right? There’s no point in fussing over it now.” 

However, Evangeline had underestimated just how fiercely protective her uncle could be. Holden was still fuming. “No way! If anyone dares to mess with a Foster girl, I might not speak for the rest, but I, Holden, will make sure he regrets it! His eyes blazed with determination, like twin blades aimed at Walter’s villa. 

Then, as if a light bulb went off, he turned to her and asked, “What’s gotten into you today? Why are you defending him?” 

Evangeline was at a loss for words 

Holden was as stubborn as a mule, and trying to talk sense into him was like talking to a brick wall. It could even backfire and get him more riled up. 

So, keeping quiet was usually the smart move 

However, Yale, who had been laser–focused on the road without uttering a word since we had hit the road, suddenly chuckled. 

“Holden, when are you going to cool it with that hair–trigger temper of yours? Evie wasn’t taking Walter’s side. She’s worried about you, dude. That jerk isn’t worth your health.” 

Holden’s face turned a shade of red, and he let out an awkward laugh. “Man, I just lose my head sometimes. Good thing my niece has my back!” 

With the tension easing, Evangeline seized the moment to voice her burning question. “Uncle Yale, how on earth did you and Uncle Holden show up out of the blue?”